I was stationed at an air base in Nam from '69 - '70. We had a chow hall on base. The food wasn't the greatest but it beat the hell out of what the troops in the field were eating. We set up a grill outside our hootch and through scrounging and midnight requisitioning we acquired a lot of meat and fillings to cook on the grill.
I used to get so pissed. I could have walked the woman’s Air Force PT test. Like 100% walked their run.
Put em in the kitchen and the food will improve. I hope I can find a good hiding place before you read this.
There isn't a hiding place good enough. I'll hunt you down like Daktari, Daniel Boone, and Davey fucking Crockett.
That's a good thing. Have one cousin who just graduated from the Naval Academy in May and another (her sister) in the Air Force Academy.